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Poem

António Ramos Rosa

Nothingness seems to be

Nothingness seems to be
its having opened
or gleamed
with the breeze in the blackness
And it is not a dome
or furrows
of night
But there is a vision
almost
like a tense stem
that barely gleams
and it is all a burst    
that disseminates
inside itself
And thus with the shadow
it transmutes the shadow
and thus for us it breathes

Nothingness seems to be

Nada é como se abrisse
ou cintilasse
com a brisa correndo na negrura
E não é uma cúpula
ou umas estrias
nocturnas
Porém há uma visão
quase
como uma haste tensa
que mal cintila
e é toda ela um surto
que se dissemina
dentro de si
E assim transmuta a sombra
com a sombra mesma
e por nós respira
Close

Nothingness seems to be

Nothingness seems to be
its having opened
or gleamed
with the breeze in the blackness
And it is not a dome
or furrows
of night
But there is a vision
almost
like a tense stem
that barely gleams
and it is all a burst    
that disseminates
inside itself
And thus with the shadow
it transmutes the shadow
and thus for us it breathes

Nothingness seems to be

Nothingness seems to be
its having opened
or gleamed
with the breeze in the blackness
And it is not a dome
or furrows
of night
But there is a vision
almost
like a tense stem
that barely gleams
and it is all a burst    
that disseminates
inside itself
And thus with the shadow
it transmutes the shadow
and thus for us it breathes
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